User blog comment:Biggren/The Northern March Original/@comment-3135907-20130628155739/@comment-7207319-20140428205904

Feffle starts to follow Trogger. "Heh. I'll be goin' back too, wot? Never been much of a swimmer m'self, more of champion scoffer an' tuck- " Trogger silences him with narrowed eyes. "Ho urr, you'm surrpintly are a-goen; thurr woant be any scoff at ee mountin if'n ee doant bring et back from ee wuddlands!" Feffle looks upon the mole with disbelief, then stares at the exit, his face bearing a resolute expression. "No scoff! Bloomin' calamity! I say, wait f' me, Captain Grim!"